Every once in awhile, I am speechless.
It doesn't happen often. The last time I was rendered incapable of having the words to express an important moment, Z-man spilled the beans on his sexual preferences.
This is not quite that dramatic, but still, it has been a weekend filled with drama, tears, angry text messages, more tears, temper tantrums by people who are too old to have them and more tears.
And I am processing.
It's something I will write about eventually. I'm sure I will have to.
Because blogging is like breathing. Every time I think I will just give it up, I realize that I can't.
But for the moment, I can't blog about this either.
Part of it is because I'm not sure I can stand listening to the haters again.
Part of it is because I'm still so raw that I can barely breathe.
And like I said, blogging is like breathing.
So ... not yet.
Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms